by Cat Hughes
He's there everyday, this gap-toothed, grizzled old man standing outside the corner store. Sipping from a can of cider at all times, he wears a stained, mangy trench coat, whatever the weather. Sometimes he's arguing with bearded, long-haired, old drinking buddies; but mostly he's alone. I see him on my walk to work every morning and my heart takes a pause as I approach. Everyone who passes is greeted with either an enthusiastic thumbs up, or a high-pitched, possessed: "Fuck off, ye bastard!" He's become a very reliable predictor of how my day will turn out.
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Cat Hughes writes apologetically on a regular basis. She then deletes it.
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The Predictor
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That'd be an interesting walk to work! I like it.
Your own personal barometer, how nice.
Hey! Is that a nice way to talk about my Uncle Bob?
Nice description of a surly character.
sounds like austin. me likey mucho. :)
I like when a story of any length carries me along unprotesting.
This did just that.
Thanks so much for the comments. It's my first post and you've made me feel very welcome. Cheers!
Nice. Concice. Short setences. A full description. Unrushed. An easy read.
Hope to see more posts by you, Cat. I really dug this one. I am new, as well, to this blog; picked up on it off of poet C.L. Bledsoe's favorites list. I liked your prose so much, I reposted it over on my blog, and linked it back here, so your words and fame are growing as we blog. I submitted a piece of my own yesterday; six sentences in search of a home. Hope they make it.
Glenn
Thanks for the kind words - and thanks for the repost, Glenn. I look forward to reading your six sentences!
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